Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.